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How many steps did it take for a Gryffindor's cauldron to blow? Hopefully today the answer would be more than five. But as Atlas' continued lack of potions finesse continued (it was hard to focus on things sometimes, you know?) it was likely to hover around that many steps as usual. Unless this was a super quick potion and it only had three steps.
Anyway. He missed Professor Varma. He had been able to focus with her at the helm. Though, to be fair, he hadn't exactly given this Potions Master that much of a fair chance either. Change was hard too, like focusing.
Also, why was no one taking his advice about giving these vines a chop chop at their base? He had half a mind to go follow the trail and tendril of the next one he saw just to maybe prove a point. Honestly, Auntie June was probably having a field day with all of this - all of Hogwarts was starting to look like her and Auntie Jade's flat.
...anyway... into the classroom the third year went and riiiiiight towards the back and set his things out. "Hello, professor." A pause, a stare, and some pointing at the man - specifically his hands. "You ought to follow the same safety protocol we all have to with Herbology classes and wear dragonhide gloves." Another long pause as his brain thought over his suggestion and how it may come across a tad on the blunt side. BUT if their Potions professor was going to get his knickers in a twist with the vines so much...he should at least get them safely in a twist. "...sir."
There. That softened things up a little. Respectful. It was a respectful suggestion.
And with that, the third year plopped himself down on his stool right smack in the back right corner station of the classoom.
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